A promise is just a bunch of words that came out from someone's mouth and meant to be broken.
As simple as that.
A person's heart is similar to a piece of paper.
Once there are marks on that piece of paper, we can never do anything to erase it.
We will wish to break this piece of paper at some point in our lives.
We will then wish what happened can be removed from our memories.
Unfortunately, we can't.
And because we will continuously fall for the wrong person at the wrong time in the wrong place. This piece of paper will become more and more creased. And at last, this piece of paper will be worn out.
Apparently I am falling into the wrong place again...or am I?
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Note to myself
RandomBelow is a note to myself, a reminder. Love is ugly. Love is a pain. Love is unbearable. Love is unconditional. Love is betrayal. Love is just a lie with a beautiful present wrap. I have fallen in a very short time and hopefully, the scar won't be...
